Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla Poems

No need killing ourselves like a tiger. We all belong to likewise clan in the name of belief as an identity and burgeon.

We are the whole Sudanese under the sun sparkles vivid when we shake off a fetter for clannish; when we can empathize nourishment for bounty, hatred for love, animosity for pity, hostility for pax.
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Our hearts were broken for good. I would always be over mileage, tears had been falling now for so long, you have been unchained from desolation and sufferance.

You have been liberated, your tale has touched ruck, all close and widely a mile, on the night you were taken from us, in the sky was a lone glisten star.
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I hear the winds of autumn sigh. You were someone who I love from the heart.

You were the person who helped me through difficult times, your comforting words were worth much more than dimes.
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You dwell in a universe of ever-present conflict with those who keep this voracious
Warriors of our ruddy, frosty, and sky
Love is all about you'll strive, there are no qualms
Guarding courageously what you are not holding back, each warrior is loyally super-leading struggling
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You wish me health, a flame that knows no limits,
A life brimming with triumph, honor, and fame.
May God cast His brilliant light upon me,
Guiding your steps and lighting my way, steady and true.
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Zamzam was bleeding a wound etched deep into the heart of the desert, where tents made of dust and weary dreams once held quiet hopes beneath the stars. We stood together, unyielding in our support for our community in Darfur standing with women who bore silent sorrow, with children who looked toward the horizon, waiting for brighter days. The night was filled with the sounds of terror, echoes of flames and crumbling homes, where lives that once danced with joy were ripped apart by merciless hands. O Darfur, patient land of sand and sorrow, your soil remembers every footprint, every identity, every story that violence tried to wipe away. But we spoke those stories aloud. We carried them in our hearts. We raised our voices like thunder against the looming shadow of fear. The massacres left their mark on Darfur. Blood once stained the sands of Zamzam. Yet the call for justice grew louder over the scarred ground. Even when the earth turned its back, the truth blazed like fire: a nation's dignity could never be buried, and the cry for life soared to the heavens loud as a storm, demanding an end to the killing.
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Hey young folks, it's time to open your eyes to the world of politics. Not every friendly smile comes with a basket of goodies. Some smiles are just there to get a closer look at how empty your basket is, to see how easily they can fill your hopes with sweet words instead of real food.
When election time rolls around, suddenly the leaders remember your neighborhood. They show up like long-lost relatives who only come around when they hear there's a feast in town. Their voices get softer, their promises become grander, and their hands reach out to you as if they've never forgotten where you live.
But watch out for those loud promises. In politics, noise often travels further than the truth. Many promises are pursued like goats chasing a plastic bag blowing through the market running after something that's just full of hot air.
Take a good look at the promises they're waving around. They're like balloons at a party bright, colorful, and eye catching from afar. They float high above, drawing your gaze upward. But inside, they're just empty, waiting for the slightest touch of reality to make them pop.
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You are my an angel flying in the midst of my heaven having everlasting love to reach my delight.

I dwelt on the earth of you are kinda everyone saith with a loud dust taking me to your door.
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Unlawful homicide uses of excessive force; torture and other ill-treatment, enforced disappearances, committed by giant crocodiles.

Justice must be done and seen to be done for the victims of fighting.
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You're a moonlight irradiates our kingdom as never before; we eagerly deliver you such lollipop kisses, worthy sustainable accolades, tiny crimson wagons, crocks full of bugs, herbage wraps, football games, deal of poppets, oh the joys.

The earth stouts so much atrocity but more noble than gold, covered up the rays of the sun, you have brought to us another glossing light for all our brightness.
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Congratulations for our new-born baby boy; life may seem like a clock, but you will have a wonderful upbringing; you're life has barely growing by leaps and bound.

Showing his blessings upon you; and may God reward you with good, grant you the same and increase your reward.
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You wiggle into my heart and take up permanent residence, the day you were born is the day.
We always celebrate! We always have a shoulder for our sisters to lean on spirit, a bond forever unbroken.

I pray for you at every night before I go to sleep, and every time I think I hear you creep; it hurts me to think you're a forsaken.
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Your love is like pearls of thunder, you are always in my thoughts and dreams, you brighten every moment in my heart; I can spend an eternity explaining why I love you.

You take away my worries and brighten my day; you bring so much happiness to my life, my love for you is endless, I will never give up loving you.
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People of high place love ruling the country on negative or positive a side covetously, businessmen love being a rich on negative or positive side covetously, poor people love being a rich on negative or positive a side covetously, vehicle owner loves being a rich on negative or positive a side covetously, vegetable seller love being a rich on negative or positive a side covetously, fruit seller love being a rich on negative or positive a side covetously, milkmen love seller being a rich on negative or positive side close-fisted.

Nothing can last for good, malice is caught never letting go feelings are hurt but behind every arable there is a reason, the bogey on the wall is growing dark and long, we all ears the echo swell and come off, the creole harsher a drastic, big Crocodiles just don't care about the nation in fright, heart pounds in both ears, hearing kids cry, we try to soothe their tears sitting as one in frozen coincidence, praying to last the pain and fight, when sunlight glows, a tiny edge leads us safe for good.
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You are numbering more than 20 million Like star glittering on the largest ethnic group in West Africa green grass landed widely distributed geographically line has intermingled with greater different skins, Islam was born in the area of your righteousness around the fourteenth century, the fifteenth century, a number of independents you get competed with each other for control of trade across the Sahara Desert, slaves, and natural resources.

Your gorgeous traditions were preserved until late in the twentieth century, you are also found living in Sudan you have the most widely spoken language in West Africa; your ancestor migrated from Baghdad in the ninth or tenth century AD, most you are devoted Muslims who believe in Allah and in Muhammad as his prophet, you tend to be quiet and reserved, when you interact with outsiders, you generally do not show emotion, there are also some customs that govern interaction with your relatives.
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And white folks just want democracy out of any government, as they feel the generals are not to be trusted; living on Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot rise up freely.

Breaking new ground youth aware of the black days, Let our land be proud of us; don't let the selfish wolves govern us. Every nation from creation out of peace and love that kids all pray for concrete land comes together like Pepper and salt shaker. Let's all praise God. Well, Unity brings peace and harmony.
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Pretty eyes feel like reading a novel written on my life; everything you do I think once walk this road, how wink and blink time goes on it.

I will be printing and adding to memory box for you to read; let's appreciate life as it goes so deep; Tired face is coming home tight from the daily race of soul tight.
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Awaken mind brought people together, communicated effectively dared has taken calculated risks enlightened and empowered to foster collaboration.

Given away roles and responsibilities, grabbed moment to value everyone's input; getting out of comfort zone as a part of gaining fresh an avocation.
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There are a million ways you draw beautiful paint in my life as the whole of your care, your love is like moonlight shining beauty, so that little souls are reflecting each other obliquely as in cracked mirrors; behold in your own reflection.

You're the conqueror of every donkey work given out seriously; you're a dependable fountainhead of relief & cheeriness; you're my back-up when I fall, I feel in you more than you know; You have my overall reverence & appreciation.
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We are innocent until the truth be told, a long life turns its circles, If we relate our sadness to this world is so corrupt, now we can't trust a single soul around on; keeping fairness under such a lion's fist.

Misfortune does not remain, fairness is the most valued, like light in the dark shelter, raising over parties and nations; swearing victory upon equality where we love to dwell on it.
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Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla Biography

Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla ("Shakespeare") Born on 9 March 1986 in the heart of Khartoum, Sudan, Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla is a man shaped by language, resilience, and story. A graduate of the University of Juba, School of Arts and Humanities, Department of English Language, he chose words as both profession and destiny. Affectionately called "Shakespeare, " Yousif lives between rhythm and reason — between grammar and grace. He is a TEFL teacher, IELTS and TOEFL preparation trainer, author, journalist, activist, and freelance interpreter and translator. But beyond titles, he is a bridge: carrying meaning from Arabic into English, from silence into voice, from uncertainty into clarity. For over a decade, he has led debates in English institutes and academies, guided conversations across cultures, and helped learners shape their confidence in British English pronunciation and accent management. He works with precision on political, economic, legal, and technical texts, ensuring that language does not merely translate — it resonates. As a poet from beloved Sudan — a land of ancient history, generous hospitality, and unyielding spirit — his writing reflects life in all its shades: love and loss, socio-cultural identity, political reflection, friendship, pain, environmental consciousness, and the quiet heroism of survival. His poems and articles find their way to international readers through Sindh Courier, where his voice travels beyond borders. Yousif believes language is more than structure — it is a living system, a pulse that connects human beings across continents. As a non-native speaker who mastered English through dedication and discipline, he stands as proof that fluency is not inherited; it is earned. Teacher. Translator. Storyteller. A man who builds bridges with words and leaves echoes where silence once stood. Contact: [email protected])

The Best Poem Of Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Tribal Clashes In Blue Nile State

No need killing ourselves like a tiger. We all belong to likewise clan in the name of belief as an identity and burgeon.

We are the whole Sudanese under the sun sparkles vivid when we shake off a fetter for clannish; when we can empathize nourishment for bounty, hatred for love, animosity for pity, hostility for pax.

Planning for the future shining much radiant on our hearts as a family.

Well, we're thirsty of peaceful color bar gigs our fatherland Sudan; although we have such several aces love there is no barricade.

Tribalism raises favoritism is an evil; oh children of Adam! They were one family.

The long in the tooth, we become, the more we catch that it's okay to live others don't follow.

Singe is burning heart shines on murky, preponderant, disdainful with time's cinders at our land.

This might be a falsehood by means of, I tell your actuality implicit passion is passing strayed.

Ignorance never builds, but destroys unity; footsteps away intimacy and instills repugnance is all shift murdering.

The soreness has been come to blows in our heart: love against malevolence, love against hazard.

O Allah! Come and rescue never dislike no longer have the potency to dovetail.

We were born to educate from each other reflects our attachment, while times gained an odium, and contra taken.

Not living on the prejudice. We have done ourselves, then good will have vanquished an evil.

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Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla Quotes

life has a huge cycle is incorporating with whole society over the world sharing an absolute intimacy consistenedly.

Understanding is an essential side of being a close friend to someone, whether you are glad or unhappy, meeting a bad situation, you would always gain your best friend.

We are innocent until the truth be told, a long life turns its circles, If we relate our sadness to this world is so corrupt, now we can't trust a single soul around on.

Pretty eyes feel like reading a novel written on my life.

In the lovely land of whole skins.

My uncle Bushir Mohamed Ahmed left us who was a person with a silver heart and battered soul.

The ice has swarmed at the door of hunger storm has hit the earth merciless.

Turf languor to think but couldn't fade away.

Leading movements from street corners to parliament halls are rending skies with slogans of honesty and simple life ways be restored in pure and undiluted forms.

My dear paradise, your love makes every day of my life happy and delight. I'm always yours from my heart and forever will.

My eyes feel like I'm reading a novel written on my life.

Living on Life is a broken winged bird that cannot rise up freely.

Suffering of life is a barren field frozen with wet!

Whether I was having ups or downs, you always helped me with a smile and never frowns.

How was it that I never saw your wings?

When were you here with me?

When you closed your eyes and soared.

The wide streets are still crooked on a dawn basis to act on better future.

Everything you do I think once walk this road how wink and blink time goes.

You're the tranquility in life that diffuses all my fatigues, you gave light to my ghost.

Change is gonna take place so fastly that there is no time to react, instead we must anticipate the future a slight Smile.

I get you from miles away, just to see how you get down feels like an earthquake, every time you come around, you gives me a look, you gives me love that make simplicity.

We smile, we nod at one another, knowing each person rose to the occasion. Oh, how much love, one for another, in this small concreted space, I could recollect it, such a day of days omen.

The jaded mind spasms with its presence, decrepiting glee is with us but to meet that all recurring joy is pain appearing a gain, become a quirk. We struggle, caught. You lie upon my heart as on a roost, you can never know how crushed I am with having you ultimately upon my life. You pickle my freedom from its deserved squall rain.

Shining light hides your beautiful eyes, comes in a super shadow moment.

Time falls and falls through endless space, to when we are, the New Day comes will have many graces, the old day goes sadly earlier & later.

Hooves soundly on the ground, awaking eye to eye with the disorder outright.

I am a Muslim who doesn't believe in violence or killing.

The welkin was lit by the brilliance of the moon, so compelling.

The welkin was lit by the brilliance of the moon, so compelling.

No end of story has been told, several legends have been born.

The true essence of sacrifice rebounds as devotees meet up in every place of worship close-by. A jubilee is a favor from the Almighty that came along to praise our hearts to sweep pacification and infatuation, to dig belief in a single part A glorified bounty to dust away our tears to flavor souls and dissolve our panics to shimmer with faith with our breathless loyalty and wink radian beams, pursuing pride and jubilation in every single demeanor, of a child's ebullient twigging a booming inward gleam.

It hits me hard, the pain of locking away my feelings fight against the hate my soul can't handle any more bruises.

Epoch then slacks down, and way down we hear torpedoes of buckshot dashing past us in gradual gestures as if we could attend and spunk them out of fragile waft.

Sudan is where the Nile flows into, the current wrangle agitate and dissolution lavish the native land as precursors broil for a ruling.

I can never underestimate your value in my life, dear son. You've got such a very strong hold on me. There's nothing I can do without.

I can never underestimate your value in my life, dear sons. You've got such a very strong hold on me. There's nothing I can do without.

I often whisper to Allah about you. He knows how much I hack you. Likewise, I beseech for you and your mellowness. I worship for us.

I feel you all around, the beauty, the wind, the enigma chutes of my respect run thorough into the hollows of your heart.

Living frugally to see the grace of the nightfall, the resonance of the twine.

There's eternally something more than wheel the soldier to the mission.

You have to care for them in the morning until the sunset.

You fare to witness a dearth of slum area solvent overcrowding.

Honesty is a virtue that is highly valued in society.

In your eyesight, I see my walk.

If you want a horizon with peace in your motherland.

Struggle and crave risk annihilating Sudan, where clashing between concurrent generals ruptured mid-April.

Being daisy every day makes somebody's affection for you grow even stronger.

My attraction toward you keeps getting stronger.

Murmurs of my emotions and solicitude set the temper within your bounteous colors.

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